The Bride
She was and is in the core heart of the family
Mom always gave her pinky fingers to clutch it every second
She held her in her arms and hugged her forever
Dad was the cream of the crop and proudy of her triumph
Raising and seeing her tiny hands grow was their biggest delight
Who knew those hands were going to get held by someone else after decades
She was someone else's bride now,
Away from the family love
And away from the dear
She had a new surname
Away from own and away from home
His bride was his property
But why not him with her property?
Her infancy could be a load to some
And chasing her away as the bride was the tremendous penalization
She was in a red sari
With a bride shawl on her head
Indicating her distance
That was too heavy for the parents to bear
How did they let the love go away in those few hours of being a bride?
They couldn't stop
The culture was bigger than togetherness
And culture was bigger than her
They gazed her since infancy
And caring her since their immaturity
What about the other family, who has to accept another's daughter with a curse?
Why can't he get to her?
She has been surrendering the 20-30 years of her life just for him
And he couldn't even take care of her
She got a dangerous at home
She found hate at home
She missed the olden days and her parents
No one could take her back
Wish she is okay and wish she is happy
Let the girl breath
Let the girl smile
And let the girl free
She kept her feet on the next
Which was externally accepted and not emotionally
a piece of piece of mind
searching for peace but it's piece is shattered to pieces
i have the threads but I am afraid of stitches
I know what I want but lazy to seek it
i wish a lot of wishes you would hear the words i am too afraid to say it
The knitting set for the pieces is found and again lost
Words could tangle with the threads
No worries it will find its ways
Get it to the point for it to shine
The tangles are never impossible to be solved
fate is like a thread it comes again to where its meant
i want to own it and dont want to be in rent
moon and sun are different but the important thing is they understand their difference
we humans are not perfect by itself
thats why we tend to attract what we are lacking
Sometimes what we want is upon the shadows
Giving directions
We don't realize its wheels and remain a constant forever
One needs to and no one is the one for that one
This way or that someday or now
The thing will happen if its on fate
and wouldn't if its not, fate needs a flow determined by us
Just be a audience to see the revolving earth
In a different book in a same page
In a same shoes with different size
In a same road with different vehicle
In a same moon with different night
In a same life with different purpose or mission
The same page upon the books can refine
The different sizes are never a problem to combine
Vehicles can move with a same pace
And moons are always 1 to race
Difference attract,similar repel
Life already is hard enough , something very easy to rest
moon goes through different phases from our eyes
But it's always the same
It is the same
but our hands are never long enough to reach it
Just a feel upon the hear and a belief upon the brain
I cannot and you cannot
Concluding compelled end